Losing 'IT'

I think I'm losing it, whatever 'IT' may be

It goes like this you see;

I'm positive my keys are here.

Seems they chose to disappear.

I've put my glasses on the table.

Can't see, but with groping I am able

To ascertain they won't be found.

Blurrily, I squint around.

In bathroom I sit down to think;

Find glasses by the dripping sink.

For this I choose to blame the cat.

Feline audacity in doing that!

Knowing this to be untrue,

I think I need some mental glue.

Downstairs the coffee pot is hot.

I must have a cup, if not,

My fear is that I'll come undone

Then realize that there is none.

Forgot to put the water in.

Perhaps instead I'll have some gin.

That I find with sweet success;

One sip and there is less duress.

It's barely noon, I realize.

Could my actions be unwise?

Causing me to contemplate

On the vicissitudes of fate

Perhaps I'm overwhelmed at best

Life's road? A relentless endless test?

What's the 'IT', lost in life's course?

I swear it's Alien code in Morse.

With distance I decipher now,

That my sanity's involved somehow.

When a babe, my mind was prime

To be filled with thoughts sublime.

But as it got more crowded there,

The less room there was to spare.

It is with this concentration

That I come to derivation;

If I still remember that I can forget,

There's room for life left in me yet!

 © Grapher march 30, 13